Turning into one of the two main streets, the disguised Klein headed straight for the green mailbox, taking an envelope that was prepared beforehand out of his pocket.
It was a "death notice" written in the format of a police department's official document, addressed to the sheriff of the port town of Semim, informing him of the sudden illness and death of a local resident named Winter in Bayam.
When he decided to carry out this persona, Klein had already devised a plan to ensure the matter went smoothly, without deviating from the track, and without causing irreparable harm to the girl Rini.
His plan was to use the "Slumber Charm" to disguise the real persona as a dream. Thus, if the girl Rini did not have feelings for Winter and directly rejected his confession, she wouldn't feel guilty upon hearing of his death later—she might only feel scared, and that could be effectively appeased by praying and confessing at the church.
If the girl Rini also liked Winter and responded to the confession, the dream excuse would help Klein extract himself, and the subsequent notification of death would sever Rini's expectations, preventing severe effects on her future life.
"But even so, it's still a little cruel. Any woman would be grief-stricken and unable to let go for a long time when faced with the confession of a beloved boy in a dream after his death. "Hmm... If I did nothing and the news of Winter's death came back normally, Rini would certainly be extremely sad, but not necessarily to such a degree. However, the knot in her heart might never be untied. She would spend her whole life wondering whether Winter went out on an adventure to pursue their future or simply because he didn't like her... "This kind of ending isn't bad. After she eases her pain, she'll carry the tenderness of being truly loved once into her future life. "Alas, no matter what, for the sake of persona, forcing myself into others' lives and affecting innocent people—even with the excuse of fulfilling a wish—is not truly good. As Roselle said, the further you go on the mystical path, the more twisted and sinister it feels. 'Role-playing' might be a catalyst... I can only try to minimize the impact..." After sending the letter, Klein sighed. Wearing a nondescript local face, he walked toward the only inn in town.
Along the way, he summarized his recent experience: "Genuinely disguising as another person and receiving feedback" should be the main clause of the "Faceless Code," second only to "You can disguise as anyone, but you can only be yourself."
For some "Faceless," for the sake of this persona, they would have suppressed news of Winter's death, accepted Rini's confession, courted, married, had children over a year or two, then, unfettered by the ties of this identity, remembering who they were, coldly departed... During this process, if they never exposed themselves, the potion would almost be digested... But I really cannot do that! I can't pass my own test, I can only skirt the edge... Klein sighed, feeling a nameless dread.
He shook his head and silently mocked himself, saying: "Beyonders must constantly fight not only danger and madness, but also the various evil thoughts that originate from themselves, and the gravitational pull of depravity that would make them lose themselves with a single mistake... "Even so, in the end, they might still be contaminated by the Abyss, becoming the very 'monster' they once swore to eliminate, alas..."
Collecting his thoughts, Klein stepped into the inn and said to the owner behind the counter: "A regular room."
The lean owner glanced up and said: "A valid identification document."
How could I have that when I just sculpted this face? Klein forced a smile and said: "I forgot to bring it."
"Then you can't stay. It's the rule of our town." The owner buried his head again, calculating the day's earnings.
Klein took out a 1-Sovereign note and pushed it over casually.
The owner's eyes widened immediately: "No, no, take it back! I don't want to be locked up by the sheriff! "Out, out, you dirty fellow without identification!"
Klein was somewhat stunned as he was driven out of the inn, unable to believe that all-powerful money had failed just now.
After a few moments of contemplation, he turned into an empty alley and changed back to the sharp-featured Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein returned to the inn, lightly knocked on the countertop, and said in a Loen language with a Backlund accent: "A room."
The owner looked up and at once set down his belongings, stood up, nodded, and smiled: "Okay, okay. "Do you want a room with a sea view or something quieter?"
He switched to a broken Loen with a strong spice accent, no longer mentioning identification documents.
It's truly a realistic world... Klein thought to himself and politely responded: "Quiet."
"Yes, yes, okay." The owner replied repeatedly.
Then he called a waiter to mind the counter, took the keys himself, and led Klein to the second floor: "Sir, how many nights do you need? One Sovereign 5 pence a night."
"Just tonight." Klein replied curtly, a little overwhelmed by the hospitality.
At the "Blue Breeze" inn, he and Danitz had taken a luxury suite at 5 Sovereigns a night.